Lyrics:
in a cell, holding her close
Visit after visit, she will always be there
My father would never cry, wouldn't shed one tear
My mother exact
Never been a Hazbin, I ain't crashin at that hotel
Feelin like Aladdin, working magic but I'm broke still
Rappin is my passion
That ain't passin
It
thought of me)
No thought of me
I walk the city lonely
Memories that haunt are passing by
A murderer walks your street tonight
Forgive me for my
going in!
Mind on my money, and money bring the problems
See, my mind never funny, wasn't laughing when I shot 'em!
Summertime in the city with the bodies
time, don't think that you're passed your prime
This world will still be waitin' for a girl I know that used to be mine
Hey Tina what's the stain
a story that I'll never flourish 25
Not to worry, every warrior will come and see you fully
Young, that's a covenant that I put on every tribe
Ain't
River City youth'll be fritterin' away
I say, your young men will be fritterin'
Fritterin' away their noontime, suppertime, choretime too
Get the ball
down
Keep faith and I promise that things will come around
So, here I sit and sulk about the ones no longer with me
cnd even I'm so sick of tears that I
all on me
That ain’t going to change shit ya see
Cause I will never change for you
Na momma taught me to be tru.
I can wear the guilt
I can wear
the ears get this ya brainses software'll glitches
Splatter your brains
Leave scattered remains of matter and stains
That'll explain how you was batterd
am, my arms are open wide
Somewhere in the middle of the never-ending noise
There is a pulse, a steady rhythm of a heart that beats
And a million
rising above, where we truly belong.
(Verse 2)
We hustle in the streets, that's our daily grind,
But we're striving for a future, a better design,
No more
dead from the frenzied assault
Until by the twilight and all that remained
Were the echoes of death and a fresh crimson stain
And so came the third
dead from the frenzied assault
Until by the twilight and all that remained
Were the echoes of death and a fresh crimson stain
And so came the third
keeps, when I hit the streets
I said I'm wit it baby
Go out and get it and then I flip it baby
Pitch it baby, selling a wave that will make yo system
starts to sound like music to my ears
I come from a city of motorbikes ezo boda boda
Taxis ezo kamunye
If you run a blood test you will find all these in
city
Will they get toured? Nay, do you realize
I still got a break, brother
When I quake in action, think of Blake and Jackin'
Take cover
That's Lyt
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
We will still be here
There will be a new city with streets of gold
Young so educated they never grow old
And a, there will be no death for with
We will still be here
There will be a new city with streets of gold
Young so educated they never grow old
And a, there will be no death for with
of safety
Hours gone by and you know i'm still aiming
Thinking about the pain outside while its raining
Hurt a never leave on my heart like a stain and
If I
on the out-of-work streets
Before he began to understand
Before he began to understand
And Joe got hired by a bowery bar
sweeping up the saloon
As his rag would
they walk down the street
Yeah.
He's just a rich old man
He never cared for anyone
He likes to count his possessions
He's been a miser from penny one
He
A yes sir, radio station, BUSH69 when you're down
Take me to the streets
Shout out to the people out there in the city living that life
We 'bout
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